8.5.2010

Clever monkey.

Something in his face gave it away, that

he wasn’t really asking me to leave, but to leave

with him.

It was a proposal more than a deal and I

was almost waiting

to see one knee bent. I wonder if he knows

that I know what he doesn’t know

about himself just yet"unless

it’s me and him playing this game

together.

Clever.

The End

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